A Song for Bezawit

Mariam!O Mariam !Can I touch your gentle faceWhen Angels descend down the snowy hillsI see you numbered among the pureJust today I met a sweeter gemHer purity was like a soft scented scarfO BezawitO MariamHow I long for your dripping juice

Let me sing the Amharic songAnd kiss her lips a thousand timesWhen all the house has gone to bedI will tip toe into her private armsAnd suck the honeyed nectar of her loveMariam!O Bezawit!Let me sit at your sculptured feetAnd be your hunky kingAnd she smiles!!!